All right, then. Day four of Life in Sylvia (the backyard writingtrailer). Husband officially moved to upper floor, his bedroom there blacked out for maximum sleep, minimum stress. Landing equipped for his office, big TV & satellite receiver/DVR, his tower computer, desk, & monitor, half-bathroom there. Staircase that only worsened my edema trudging up day after day is perfectly suited to his small feet, to his miraculous thought processes going down them for inspiration, up again for recollection.

I got rid of ugly sofa and loveseat and brought in a newer plum-colored recliner to work from in the livingroom when I need to use my tower computer there. Still no laptop for this trailerwork, though, so I continue from bluetoothkeyboard onto documents created in smartphone office app. My eBay laptop scheme won't work after all: pros attach sniping software to these broken MacBook auctions, and it's impossible to outbid them. They refurbish them in bulk for later resale. So. I'll manifest something a different way.

And I sleep now in Sylvia until I can bring in a sofa bed or other similar for livingroom sleeping. And as I say this is my fourth day. Up early for coffee & oatmeal in here with little electric kettle. DogApple who sleeps here with me every night (catGreta does, too) would not go out in the rain early a.m. to relieve herself but snuggled deep into blankets while I went about my waking rituals.

Good news: all my health problems have been solved overnight with one simple answer that was in front of my face for a thousand years. My lower extremity edema, bellyswell, liverkidney stuff, high cholesterol (despite rawfood vegetarian diet), my insufficient cardiac output, exhaustion, virtual confinement to bed, confusion, hysterical search for answers for ... how many years?--new doctor even getting me ready for MRI expense and trip to faraway cardiologist--finally I delved again into the professional literature at MedScape on my own and voila: all the foregoing inevitably result from untreated-for-decades bottomed-out thyroid hormone.

Period.

Low (as in abysmal) thyroid causes all that. Not in the beginning, mind you, when it's just a nuisance. But ignore it for 40 years and watch what happens.

This is what happens. The extreme case. Sheesh.

So just like everyone else I know I begin daily doses of prescription thyroid supplement. If that can improve my cardiac output, everything else resolves. I don't know whether the edema already there will go away, but I certainly hope some of it does.

Mind too cloudy to write for weeks, now. Now we try to bring it back online. And never again fall into pit of chronic ill-health. Life is short. Getting shorter by the minute.